What's in a Name?

Does this ever arching question bear
Chains upon my feet
My wrists
My mind?

Does it answer as I write?
Who carries me to
Ever after?
What force behind
Propels me deeper
Deeper still?

I lust for you.
Is this what they mean
To burn?
I long for …

My Depravation

In this deep Depravation
There's no hope of
Assimilation
So I keep myself
In Isolation
A victim of your Segregation
Broken?
Broken...
Never broken
Held hostage
By Depravity.

It's gone

My mind was bleeding
It scared you
You ran.
I loved you.
Don't talk to me
The blood has dried
And I don't love you anymore.

Ode to Derrida

Have you some semblance of wit?
Or
A bit of reserve for this quiz?
Your awful jokes
So ill timed
Will surely make me
Loose my mind

Deconstruction-
Oh how I love you.
What's your number?
What's your sign?
Can you read me?
Infinite possibilities
You're …

Her

Ann brings me closer to death
She fell
And broker her hip.
The surgery left an ugly mark on her leg.
She repeatedly asks what happened,
Why she hurts.

Ann is fat.
She can't remember how much she's
Eaten.
So she eats
And eats. Like a dog.
Until you take …

Rhythm

But only breathe.
You have a relatively
limited understanding of that
which has caused my chest to rise and fall.
Once I played for you
and you in me
A rhythm all our own as we were one.
I alone witnessed your first meal.
Tiny lips and fingers searching my …

Grace

I have become a cynic.
I look at the world with utter dissatisfaction at the human condition and contribute by continuing on in my lazy, self-absorbed life. It is as though my body experiences these daily ventures and my mind observes, re-hashes, then falls into the …

Women these days

"The conduct and manners of women, in fact, evidently prove that their minds are not in a healthy state, for like the flowers which are planted in too rich a soil, strength and usefulness are sacrificed to beauty..."
-Vindication of the rights of women

At what cost …

Intertwined

Intertwined with silence
She stares blankly at his mind.
Brushing softly cross her lips
She shudders.
He leans in.
Steals
A kiss?
A glare...
Hands ready
Heart ill prepared.
He tries again
And with clever jest
Tactfully misses
Lips to rest
On hill of …

love. me

All capacity is clear
your shadow grows brighter
The vision's still the same
and empty I bear

blink
or don't
shut
i won't.
love
im free
love
love me

Flip This Box

De
Cis
Ions
Weigh on you.
I flip this box over
Again
Ag
Ain
Again.
You offer.
Nothing.
So I turn
And with your
Huge
Lovely Green Eyes
You Say
Good
Bye.

New article at NTA

Romance

Stay

So I go to these classes.
and make friends
and keep few
Create memories
remember some
And fall sleep [hopefully]
With train after train of thought
Crushing inside me
[If alone, that is.]
[and if not] I [anxiously]
…

Think Think

As I think of when
And we
And us
And how
And I wander
And wonder
How
We
Did we?
Should us have
When we did
We
And try
To focus
Focus
And make me believe
Me
I try and I follow
My mind roped in
I
Believe
I
Saw you?
Did I see you?
I
Believe …

That line... Your lip.

Every moment of my mind
Traces every shift
Of that line by your lip.
I study Chaucer
Thinking on that time at work
You grabbed me.
My hand that is
My fingers exactly.
I moved my eyes quickly to the floor
I'm sure it was intentional.
Was it …

All Elements of Art

All elements of art
Reflect the scarf
Heavy in my womb.
I birth creation
Paint (bits of life),
Photograph (bits of lies)
Flow forth between my legs.
And it escapes free
To prance
In all its incomplete
Consistency.
Rain art! Rain!
That all might know …

Links to three of my articles on Not The Average.com

Should I Take a Number

If I Eat Everything on My Plate

The Story

Should I Take a Number? [version 1]

Sometimes I feel like a slave to social norms. It is really, very difficult for me to unload my groceries- and leave the cart by my car. I must return it. Or how about this: I search endlessly for a parking spot at the doctor's office. I only need to run quickly in. I …

This or That

You loved me. My words. My eyes. My teeth. My hair. My clothes. You ate my stories. Occasionally my time. But you didn't really love me. I am not my words. My eyes. My teeth. My hair, my clothes stories time. I am. I am nothing and everything. A piece of a whole. …

The Sound of London

The sound of London

Silenced
By my constraints.
I grow envious of the cigarette that knows you.
Peace found everywhere
Should be found near,
But rather we draw closer
And listen to the hum

Mouths
Opera
Machines
Harmonics
Dishes
Knives
Laundry …